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to take a concept and to strip it naked,
and to make love with the emotion,
to caress the bare skin of the philosophical mind,
with such passion, such intimacy
surrounds these actions and encompasses the performance.
mental ***, the prostitution of my conscienceness
to the worlds of thought and idealism.
I give my mind, liberation,
freedom to think,
to be,
to believe and understand.
our world, which is meant for us to live and create,
and to express and embrace that psychological intimacy.
that eroticism that a thinker senses,
the ecstacy of the mind is what we strive
to find, and to feel.
this is how we know.
- n.t.p.
Kirsten Autra Oct 2010
It is not a place of distance, but a place apart.
My teeth get *****, just like my thoughts and heart.
I have yet to find the purpose,
and acknowledge what it's worth.

The straps on my watch have broken,
But hands are always moving.

I remember the look of your eyes
as you slipped past conscienceness into a world unspoken.
Muscles stiff, and bones locked.
Lips losing life. All was blue.
I held up your head, eyes rolling back--
I had to leave the room.
I cried by the window.
Those eyes, your eyes,
were not yours for that moment.

It is not a place of distance, but a place apart.

I have brushed my teeth,
and reconsidered it all.
Our hearts continue to beat,
and you have risen from your fall.

I may not have found the purpose,
but I've still got the time.
Robert Guerrero Mar 2013
As you took your last breath
Dying in my arms
The blood from your wrist
Scattered everywhere
I was paranoid
On the brink of collapsing
But you needed someone strong
So I hid the tears
That still flowed
You needed somebody quick thinking
But my mind focused on not losing you
You slipped in and out of conscienceness
Your body so cold
I knew I came too late
I tried to be something
That obviously I was not at the time
I was completely scared
I dialed 911
But I knew they wouldnt come in time
I knew I was going to lose you
But I told you to hold on anyways
I told you I loved you
That I wouldn't be the same without you
That everything would be wrong
That words in my poetry
Would suddenly not make sense
And I would regret not coming
To your aid fast enough
I remember the last thing you said
I hear it clear as day today
It made me stop and stare at you
Thinking how could this be true
We were always friends
There side by side since we were kids
Held hands on the beach
Went to Disney World together
Rode the same rides
And the last thing I heard you say
Was that you love me
That you were sorry
And your eyes told me exactly how much
I told you to hold on to that love
To survive this and we would live a perfect life
We would be each others forever and always
But sadly you never even made it to the hospital
You died at exactly 9:36 p.m.
March 29, 2008
And every year I call your mom
To say I am sorry because I was too late
That I couldn't save her daughter
That I wasn't strong enough for you
That I know it was my fault you died
I am truly sorry
And will never forget
The last thing I heard you say
For a friend of mine
ScaR SavagE Sep 2018
They say there's no place like home,
Tis True,

There is no way to describe what the displacement of Homelessness has done to me,
To my husband, to my kid,

It has taken his life,
One drink at a time,
It has stripped our daughter of security,
And has eaten away at my confidence,

The anguish is dense,
Between packing & couch hopping,
I've realized I own NOTHING.

EVERYTHING is DISPOSABLE,
I'm posable,
At the mercy of hands that feed,

Do you KNOW the toll it takes from me?

To go from being independent, proud of all I've worked so hard to own,
To hiding hunger pains so she can eat,
Never sleep, watch my surroundings incase we gotta up and leave,

From having a place of my own,
To call home....
To bird baths in gas stations, and sleeping in the cool air under the stars,

The buzz of traffic and drug addicts all of a SUDDEN become a lullaby,
Your home is kosher,
But out here it's a warzone filled with gangs and crooks,

You think you know the dark AND lived hard,
But can you keep a Stone face when your children question Why are we going thru this?

People pass by,
Glare with their eyes,
Make superficial judgements,
But I was once a nurse and legal aid a stable staple in society,

You turn your nose up, talk **** and snicker,
But let me ask you who's the bigger winner?
It's ME.
*** what you lack in conscienceness I make up with a heart that don't stop,

Its cracked and bloated,
It's bled and skipped beats,
But it's STILL worth more than the bucks you proudly came  with,

My hardships and trials built this great Wall of iron,
I'll burn like wildfire if you ever think that you can hold my head down,

But there's nothing like home,
I'm BROKE it don't show,
And no one will ever know,
Don't judge a book by its cover,
Read the last page and think you know the struggle,

Take a step back view the entire picture,
Crack the spine and begin to read thru,
What you don't know it way surprise you,
You were going thru cubic zirconia's,
**** you might find a DIAMOND.
Apsens Jan 2018
It comes and goes
Those sensations, those blows.
My spirit found me again
Caught me off guard, didn't knew we had connection
It reminds me and remakes me again
Though I don't need it, I don't need affection
And I am concentrating on racionality to avoid my spirituality
But it's the 7th sense and I can't stop its *******.
It's a ****** battle against the unavoidable
While all I want is to stay in the void fable
It's so comfortably numb and the world is rough
So leave me be, leave myself, release my being, create something obtainable;
Live in fantasy, be something else, ease your ageing and taste everything reachable.
But not me, I am one without a scent
I am a black canvas trying to be a paint
Everything just disappears in me
I am a black hole absorbing all and turning it to nothing
I am hopelessness. Apsens and I are tyed together
The absence is what dyed my conscienceness
I feel nothing because for every passing second I am less and less
I'm the embodiment of emptyness.
Introduction to Apsens
Kody Banda Sep 2015
Thoughts of an insomniac
Time just passes u by
I don't realize things before my eyes
My addictions only thickens
My thoughts only sink deeper
In a constant abyss in my awoken conscienceness
Ignorance is bliss
Like the devils kiss
Goodbye so u find time
To be free and fly within the sky
But to be free in society
Today
There is always a fee
It's like u Gata buy ur life in reality
People think I'm goin nowhere
But to be nowhere is where I wanna be
It opens doors to other expiriences
I wanna try everything
But I don't wanna be lonely
I think music is my passion
So I'll roll with the punches
My words crunched together in my lines and stanzas
But my words only tangle me
In the night it's like I'm closer to fatality
So who do I pay to see the day
Or who do I ask for time from
Cause it feels like seconds I'll see the kingdom come
But I don't have a currency
Not even a single bill
But it kills me everytime and that's my only thrill
I kinda wanna put my life on the line
With everyday and every rhyme
Cause people hate when u tell them things they don't wanna hear
But I'm here in this world only to pressure my peers
So I got a group of friends
We are on the same level
Tangible beliefs of life I can start a religion
Maybe I can change the world through my lyrics
But these critics only stop me from reaching my full potential
And credentials u need in life
To escape this struggle and strife
Of being that kid with nothing
So I'll use these words to cut like a knife
And pierce skin to infect blood
And flood the veins of what I think is right
So we take flight on this journey
We may crash and be taken out on gurneys
But it's about how we come back
We comeback stronger tha ever
Make some funky **** and make a new kinda rhythm
See now I don't got punch lines cause I'm not funny
I use metaphors and poetic justice
To reach people when they have nothing less
Than themselves in a long list of endeavors
But we remember where we came from
Never forget that
Cause that will be ur root to become an aristocrat
See that's the target I'm tryna hit
I wanna come off as spiritual cause no one has ever tried that
My people I look up to like Malcolm x and ghandi
See they fought for peace
And unleashed both extreme though and peacefulness to up the heat
On society itself
So how bout we take that step back
Realize what we got
And figure out what we really want out of all of this
So I never wanna miss the old me
But it only made me stronger
I wanna conquer every bad habit
But the loud pack got the best of me
So I write this is my drug
I write only to inspire and create
Emotions of people to break outta that crate
You can't live in a box cause we were gifted with thought
So our past generations fought for this freedom
Stray awak from the group
Make your own pathway
This only leads to success and creativity
Maybe u can be the president or the astronaught
Like u said when u were a kid
But my English teacher told me he hated English as a kid
How ironic
So I only exhale chronic to make u people crazy
Cause my minds all hazy from this longness to be
Or just exist
And fix everything wrong with this world
If I can influence one I will influence all
I'll make this **** real one day
And create my own passion pit
Cause I don't come from much
Hard work and thought is what I was taught
My moms was my dad
She was also my mentor
Told me I could be a trash man just have a love for it
So I found music
This **** makes me unleash this imagination
So I can reflect and make people refer to revelations of different nations
But for now I'll just sit here and write
And insight my future will be bright
I see the light or shroud of something
It's nearly in my grasp
Now I fall asleep
And take my final gasp
Of air
As if nothing was every there
Nothing to fear here
Cause this is only the first tier
Of being blessed
With a talent
But what I wish for Christmas
Is to make a dent
With every note and melody
So as far as I see
This is only the start of me
absolem Sep 2014
the sky is blue, high and weightless  but my eyes are red, low and heavy. they carry my soul,my conscienceness.


high,my name is absolem and my father is peace my mother is enlightenment.

I see beyond your typical  spectrum,I can see your soul,you are a soldier fighting an endless war for your life,your eyes are open but you do not see. do you even feel?
Jessica Dec 2017
Drifting,
oh so ever slowly through conscienceness.
Through the fires of my turmoil,
which roar in agony, to real.
To the calm breeze, of my sleep, which surrounds me, and conceals me.
From the ripples of water that act as memories,
which leads to the play in my dreams,
made and constructed by all these things,
that I have been over the years.

My dreams have been made by feelings I had,
like the fires I spoke of but more serene and sad.
Horrors of losing the people who are close,
are made true in my dreams,
where my monsters come close.
These dreams make me sad and cold inside,
even though I wake up, sweaty and alive.

I sleep again,
my calming beat, reminds me.
I'm in a field this time, the wind, unusually warm and welcoming,
its calm relaxes me as i conscientiously sleep.

My last dream,
before I have to re awake, to start my day,
is one of memory warm and sweet, as I eat and chew something chocolaty new.
A birthday I think, this memory is,
as the food, I scarf down my throat,
is something as great as a chocolate cake.
This memory I realized, has been lost in the junk of my mind,
and I hope one day,
I'll remember these memories,
outside of sleep and outside of my time.
Dreams are strange things, they use memories that you can't remember to construct such intricate dreams, sometimes lovely, sometimes ugly.
Vallery Jan 2020
there is something in my head,
something deep inside me,
living off my happiness and
expelling all my conscienceness

this thing inside my head,
the thing that's deep within,
whispers things to me and
tells me who to be

the thing inside my head,
the thing that's deep within,
is poison slowly killing me and
only death can save me

demons in my head,
demons deep within,
demons come to **** me and
only death can free me
WISEPENNY Jul 2020
Truth Seeker SEEK MY SOUL

At the Capital the boxes were swollen
All day light long none could fold em
Temperature OF Climate motivational pose
Dancing of stars past dawn's eye
Auto pilot without Nasa telling those lies
Nation to Nation
tongue to tongue
soul mate situation fifth dimensional SUN

Symetry to health
Sequence in Gleam
Conscienceness for Soldier's
Hostages ALL Clean

Timed Minute
Maid for Lust
She's writing those Tickets
That lost there Luck

Punishment for clues
History re written
Bed spreads Misscued

Canopy filagrie Waxed
Welcome wood
Melts the kettles
Left on the stove
Calculators before Phones
Toys for Toddlers RUN
The taxed dollar for Queen MUM

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